I don't know. I'm not contagious. Not from the air. There are ways for it to spread itself that it uses. It can change shape — copy things. It can copy what things look like, but it can copy other things, too — things you remember. The way you act. Sometimes, the copies can be so good they forget they're copies. They do things because they think they're doing it. They think they have free will.
But sometimes, they do have free will. And they don't listen. And then you listen to your own thoughts, and you realise you're not the one thinking all of them. It tries to slip itself into you, so you'll mistake it for yourself. It gets loud sometimes.
It can change, and adapt, and do whatever it needs to so it survives. Normally, it spreads itself and then calls everything back together that's sick. Reunion.
But all of it's dead except for me. And I won't infect anyone else. It copied something that could, but we stopped that too. Remember?
No one else is sick. Even if they were, there is a cure. I haven't bitten anyone, or had children, or given blood, or had sex. So Reunion can never happen with just one piece of it. I've trapped it inside me, and it knows it.
...Man, this is a real John Carpenter moment...
Well, they are... it is offputting. They are enamored with you, see? But not you, you are a stranger. What they are enamored with is... is...
-struggles with the words-
How you are, the things that you are representing. As though a stranger wanted a photograph with you for being Belgian, like that is an intriguing curiosity.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI-to Suzy- I'd rather not talk about it. But it's how I am. It's how I've been for years.
It can't make anyone else sick. So it's made me make more of itself.
...The voices started getting louder. I started to lose bits, and I started changing. I knew if I left it alone, I could hurt other people, so I went in to fix it. Reeve gave me medicine.
There are different ones — these are normal, mostly. -Carefully shakes out his pills, tossing back one a few of them- Antipsychotics. And things to calm me down. They would kill you if you took them, but the dose is meant for me. To keep me from thinking violent things, or from anyone else making me think violent things.
And there are other ones that aren't pills. Some of it's mako — it's life and memories and souls that are processed. They cause brain damage, but they can't be absorbed. And sometimes they'll expose me to the Lifestream. Either the voices will go away, or I will.
And there's other ones. Things to keep my cells healthy. Things to keep me calm. Things to keep me sane.
It's getting harder and harder for me to tell what's real anymore. I don't know if they're giving me what they say they are, or if they're giving me things mixed in with other things. The pills make me confused, and the mako makes me forget, and the Lifestream makes me afraid.
edited 4th Jul '16 11:36:15 PM by WonderSquid

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-put sunglasses back on-
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!